copyright©Hidden In The Darkness
(A short story by S. Emory(Nobody))
I feel as if I can't breathe, the oxygen being pulled, sucked, from my lungs and just when I feel like I'm going to pass out the feeling goes away.
As I take a deep breath pulling oxygen back into my lungs, the darkness slowly recedes illuminating the shadows of the looming figures that now surround me. Sounds of hissing and growling, heavy breathing, animalistic. And the smells of urine and puke from the previously deserted alley mixed with the wet animal and blood and rot smells coming off the shadow creatures, combining in a way that makes me feel lightheaded.
The fear descends all at once, not when I first see them and not when everything about them, the smell, the sounds, the taste like a film of goo think and sickly covering my tongue, starts surrounding and enveloping me like a thick fog. But rather when a shining beam of light abruptly falls down breaking through the shadows.
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